Today while waiting in line at the store... I started to chat with a women holding a newborn infant. The beautiful baby was only 14 days old. As the conversation progressed... she mentioned to me that she was a foster mother to this child. In fact... it was her first foster child. In the beginning... the baby did go through withdrawals but he seemed to get through them OK with the help of medication. In a casual way....this foster mother said that the baby and her were just enjoying time together until his mother finds her way. I couldn't help but to thank this women for taking this child in and loving him while his mother worked things out. What a selfless act of love for another human being. No sooner than waving good bye to her (within seconds)... I was behind a woman walking slowly that apparently had cancer. I went to my car where I had a rosary. I wanted to give it to her and let her know that I'd pray for her. By the time I grabbed the rosary...I couldn't find her anymore. Once again... God humbles me and reminds me to be grateful for what I have. So many people are struggling out there. So many.
....reserving quiet moments each day to better understanding the beautiful teachings of Catholicism.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Putting The Focus On Christmas
I heard about the tradition of 'The White Envelope' on Catholic Radio today. It's a great way for people of God to put the focus on Christmas. I'll start this tradition this Christmas. Do you have a special tradition of giving you'd like to share?
Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.
Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner city church. The kids were mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.
As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without head gear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously couldn’t afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.”
Mike loved kids – all kids. He understood kids in competitive situations, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner city church.
On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition – one year sending a group of mentally challenged youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas – on and on… The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.
As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. Still, the story doesn’t end there. You see, we lost Mike several years ago due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. Yet Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further, with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation, watching as their fathers take down their envelopes. Mike’s spirit, like the spirit of Christmas, will always be with us.
The White Envelope
by Nancy Gavin
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Editor’s Note: This is a true story that is provided to us by the family of the author. Even though Nancy passed away two years after her article first appeared in Woman’s Day Magazine in 1982, her family continues to keep alive the tradition of the white envelope. This article has also inspired.
It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree at this time of the year for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it. You know, the overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.
Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner city church. The kids were mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.
As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without head gear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously couldn’t afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.”
Mike loved kids – all kids. He understood kids in competitive situations, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner city church.
On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition – one year sending a group of mentally challenged youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas – on and on… The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.
As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. Still, the story doesn’t end there. You see, we lost Mike several years ago due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. Yet Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further, with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation, watching as their fathers take down their envelopes. Mike’s spirit, like the spirit of Christmas, will always be with us.
Monday, November 26, 2012
THE LUMEN CHRISTI AWARD
Thank you dear Maryellen from Grandma's Musings for nominating me for the Lumen Christi Award. I'm honored. I'm sorry for the delay in accepting your nomination. Well here we go.....
There are three rules if you accept this award. You need to do these things:
(1) Name your favorite saint and why
(2) Name your favorite part of the Mass, and why
(3) Name your favorite thing about being a Catholic
1- I have many favorite saints! I would say Saint Gianna (10/4/22 - 4/28/62) is a saint that is dear to my heart. She was a successful physician. She believed the purpose for having children was to teach them to love and serve Christ in a culture where importance of looking good...having beautiful possessions and being financially successful was prevalent. Even though she was a mother of three she stilled worked as a doctor. She once said 'Whoever touches the body of a patient touches the body of Christ.' When she became pregnant with her fourth child she and her husband decided that she would quit practicing and devote her time to raising her children. However during her pregnancy she was diagnosed with cancer. Her doctors urged her to take measures that ...while possibly saving her... would also result in the death of her growing baby. Gianna refused. She did deliver the baby but she died from complications within days afterwards. Gianna was the first married woman of the modern era to be declared a saint. I pray to her for guidance in raising my children...for help in keeping God first in my life and for the end of abortion.
2- The words of consecration is my favorite part of the Mass. Why? During the mass when the priest transforms the gifts of bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Christ. It is heaven on earth. I visualize myself sitting in the upper room with Jesus... as He says those same words to me.... as He said during the Last Supper.
3- My favorite part of being Catholic are to many to just pinpoint one favorite but I'll try to keep it short.
I love the mass. I'll admit at times my attention has fallen short but there have been times in my life when I would not have wanted to be any where else. I've been inspired and have felt His presence there. I have found clarity from participating in the mass and I have drawn faith from those times.
The Catholic Church is not American and She goes back to the days of Christ. She's rich in tradition.
The Church teaches us that there is meaning to suffering.
We are in communion with the saints and we pray for the dead.
As a Catholic I can travel anywhere in the world and there is a Catholic church nearby. On any given day I can attend mass...the liturgy is universal and I can receive the Holy Eucharist.
I love the bells, smells, art and music of the Cathoic Church. It is all beautiful inspiration and created by faithful people.
I can go to confession and feel 10lbs. lighter!
In turn, I nominate the following wonderful bloggers:
1. Nancy of The Breadbox Letters
2. Jenna of Caring Catholic Convert
3. Monica of Little Jesus and Me
4. Annie of Benedict Notes and My World Today
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving
To all of my dear friends that pop over to this tiny little blog....I'm thankful for your friendship. May
you be surrounded by the warmth of home...
the love of family & the company of good friends on this Thanksgiving day and always.
the love of family & the company of good friends on this Thanksgiving day and always.
A Thanksgiving Day Prayer
O God, when I have food,
help me to remember the hungry;
When I have work,
help me to remember the jobless;
When I have a home,
help me to remember those
who have no home at all;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,
And remembering,
help me to destroy my complacency;
bestir my compassion,
and be concerned enough to help;
By word and deed,
those who cry out
for what we take for granted.
Amen.
help me to remember the hungry;
When I have work,
help me to remember the jobless;
When I have a home,
help me to remember those
who have no home at all;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,
And remembering,
help me to destroy my complacency;
bestir my compassion,
and be concerned enough to help;
By word and deed,
those who cry out
for what we take for granted.
Amen.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Blessings - Laura Story
Below are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs and below the lyrics is the actual song sung by Laura Story. Her husband suffers from a brain tumor. She writes this song as a possible answer to life's difficulties. I hope you can find some comfort in it also.
"Blessings"
We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise
Thursday, November 15, 2012
What next? President Obama has been re elected for another 4 years and I've been wondering what next for the Catholic Church?
Catholic Leaders Threaten Obama With 100% Chance of Civil Disobedience
Martin Luther King’s “Letter from the Birmingham Jail” (April 16, 1963) is one of our nation’s elegant testimonies to the political implications of our Declaration of Independence:
“One may want to ask: ‘How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?’ The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that ‘an unjust law is no law at all.’”
Indeed, there may be more theological letters written from the confines of jail cells in the near future, as the Catholic bishops quickly approach the end of a one-year deadline given to them by the Obama administration to obey the HHS mandate or face the consequences. Not a single bishop has signaled any other intention than to embrace the consequences with the joy of serving Christ.
Was Archbishop Chaput predicting the future in the interview when he concluded, “This has been the story of the martyrs through the centuries”? We know it has crossed his mind: At Chester Springs, he said, but only half-jokingly, “I don’t want to go to jail.”
If the election affirms the Obama administration’s HHS mandate, there is a 100 percent chance that there will be civil disobedience in the Catholic Church, led by its bishops. Whether jail will follow is anyone’s guess.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Something To Ponder
I saw this on a bumper sticker today. I thought I'd share it with you.
I've noticed that everybody that is for abortion has already been born.
~Ronald
Reagan, quoted in New York Times, 22 September 1980
Thursday, November 8, 2012
It's Not Time To Retreat
Waking up yesterday I felt sluggish...bewildered and defeated. The nation's path has been chosen by the majority of this country. I feel this path is based on individualism. Regardless of last night's election results...the attacks on our Church and Christianity are not going away. In fact they will only worsen. We as Catholics have an important decision to make. Do we take the side of secularism or do we take the side of Christ and struggle for the Lord with courage? Our labors will not be in vain. Through out the Church's history...many have tried to bring the Church down. They have never succeeded. It's not time to retreat. We need to stay involved...pray for our nation but most of all be the light in a culture that is in the danger of forgetting God.
Since I know it is all for Christ's good, I am quite happy about "the thorn," and about insults and hardships, persecutions and difficulties; for when I am weak, then I am strong--the less I have, the more I depend on him.
2 Corinthians 12:10
Since I know it is all for Christ's good, I am quite happy about "the thorn," and about insults and hardships, persecutions and difficulties; for when I am weak, then I am strong--the less I have, the more I depend on him.
2 Corinthians 12:10
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Saints
I've always had a special place in my heart for St. Therese de Lisieux. When I was a little girl....I used to gaze up at the stained glass window of her in church. My eyes would then gaze over and look to her statue. I knew there must have been something special about her because the church honored her in a big way. I have learned over the years.... that her little ways were a means of showing great love and we can show love in that same way. What an inspiration she is.
Universally... we are all called to be holy. Sainthood is not only reserved for those that the church has deemed to be saints. Our church has made these people saints for imitation and their intercession. In our day to day life..... we too are all called to be saints. We may not be recognized by the church in the same way but it's the way to get to heaven. In studying the life of St. Augustine.... we can see that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future!
Here's some pictures of future saints in the making!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Give Me Jesus
In the morning when I rise....give me Jesus
When I am alone....give me Jesus
When I come to die....give me Jesus
You can have all this word just give me Jesus
You can have all this word just give me Jesus
~Singer Song Writer Collin Raye
This song is from Raye's album His Love Remains.
Collin Raye is a Catholic and who is known for his country music. Songs included in this album are:
How Great Thou Art
Ave Maria
How Beautiful
Here I Am, Lord
I Am The Bread of Life
Were You There
Amazing Grace
This song is from Raye's album His Love Remains.
Collin Raye is a Catholic and who is known for his country music. Songs included in this album are:
How Great Thou Art
Ave Maria
How Beautiful
Here I Am, Lord
I Am The Bread of Life
Were You There
Amazing Grace
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tommy
John Powell a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy. This is a true story:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.
I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange ... very strange. Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father-God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think I’ll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out: "Tommy! I don’t think you’ll ever find him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often. I hear you are sick!" I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?"
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
"What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real ‘biggies’ in life."
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification God sends back into my life to educate me.)
But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, " is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, ‘But he will find you.’ I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My "clever" line. He thought about that a lot!) But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, then I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.
But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn’t really care ... about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. "I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.’ "So I began with the hardest one: my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him."
"Dad". . .
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean. .. It’s really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me and said with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him: "The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.
And we talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me. "It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing: that I had waited so long. Here I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.
"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through.’ ‘C’mon, I’ll give you three days .. .three weeks.’ Apparently God does things in his own way and at his own hour. "But the important thing is that he was there. He found me.
You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.’ Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell them."
"Oooh . . . I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call." In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it.
He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.
He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time. "I’m not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you . . . tell the whole world for me?"
"I will, Tom. I’ll tell them. I’ll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven: "I told them, Tommy . ... ...as best I could."
God is love and when we truly love other's....we will have found God.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
My Best Days Are A Head Of Me
I'm a Catholic. It's as much a part of me as I am a woman, mother, wife, daughter, sibling, friend, American with Polish ethnicity. It is who I am. I never could think of myself any other way. Yes..there was an extended time in my life where I strayed away from the Church but I always considered myself a Catholic. As I grew older... I felt the need... not to just consider myself a Catholic but I wanted to understand Catholicism. Through out my life I've heard so much negativity about the Church. I wanted to understand Her from it's beginning and this led me to snoop around to as early as the first century and learn about The Early Church Fathers. The pieces of the puzzle finally started to fit together. I've been inspired to persevere and to learn through the teaching of tradition, scripture, Catholic TV, Catholic Radio, movies, books, the saints and conversion stories. I love conversion and reversion stories. They're about people that take it upon themselves to learn the truth. Ultimately this leads them to Catholicism compared to those that don't take the time to learn about this rich, beautiful and ancient faith but are sure to have an opinion on it. One of my favorite conversion stories is about a former Pentecostal Minister named Alex Jones and how he found his way to the Catholic Church. It would take a bold move for him to convert to Catholicism and he'd have a lot to lose. He could not resist his quest for truth though and the Church is now blessed to have him as a member, Evangelist and Deacon. Below are videos of his conversion story... he describes ...through his reading of The Early Church Fathers how Catholic the early Church was. The conversion story of Alex Jones is comprised of 5 videos so you can watch all or parts of his story at your convenience.
As for me...this life of mine will not get any easier the older I get but seeking the truth will ensure my best days are a head of me.
As for me...this life of mine will not get any easier the older I get but seeking the truth will ensure my best days are a head of me.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Today is a holy day of obligation. On Catholic radio I heard it referred to as a holy day of opportunity!
Today we have the opportunity to go to mass. If you're uncertain of mass times... you can always go to www.masstimes.org
The Assumption
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Sitting at the lake
Lake Ontario
We need to find God, and
he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See
how nature -- trees, flowers, grass -- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon
and the sun, how they move in silence. We need silence to be able to touch
souls.
~Mother Theresa
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
There are times when I need clarity. During those times...I'll sit in an empty church. In the still and tranquil quiet....I feel His presence and my load seems lighter.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Thomas Merton Prayer
Feel free to to cut and paste and pray it yourself!
Thomas Merton's Prayer
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
- Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"
Thomas Merton was one of the most influential Catholic authors of the 20th century. A Trappist monk of the Abbey of Our Lady of Gethsemani, in Kentucky, Merton was an acclaimed Catholic spiritual writer, poet, author and social activist. Merton wrote over 60 books, scores of essays and reviews, and is the ongoing subject of many biographies. Merton was also a proponent of inter-religious dialogue, engaging in spiritual dialogues with the Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh and D. T. Suzuki. His life and career were suddenly cut short at age 53, when he was electrocuted stepping out of his bath.
Thomas Merton was one of the most influential Catholic authors of the 20th century. A Trappist monk of the Abbey of Our Lady of Gethsemani, in Kentucky, Merton was an acclaimed Catholic spiritual writer, poet, author and social activist. Merton wrote over 60 books, scores of essays and reviews, and is the ongoing subject of many biographies. Merton was also a proponent of inter-religious dialogue, engaging in spiritual dialogues with the Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh and D. T. Suzuki. His life and career were suddenly cut short at age 53, when he was electrocuted stepping out of his bath.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
July 4th, 2012
Dear God,
Thank you for our armed forces and for those that have sacrificed or have given up their lives for our freedom. We pray for our government leaders that they may uphold our religious freedoms....for these religious freedoms that we hold dear....
were the driving force in establishing this great nation of ours.
God bless the United States of America....a country of greatness.
were the driving force in establishing this great nation of ours.
God bless the United States of America....a country of greatness.
Amen
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Are we on Gods side?
Tomorrow starts the Fortnight Of Increased Prayer To Protect Our Religious Liberty from June 21 - July 4, 2012....called for by the US Conference of Catholic Bishops.
During this period ...we pray for the gift and safety of our religious liberty as Americans.
Pray that the Lord will heal our country and give us another President like this one...
Friday, June 8, 2012
Why I Love Religion
A response to the video "Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus". The purpose of this video is to do a response from a Catholic perspective, in a spirit of love, but also with a spirit of passion to defend our Mother the Church. The things that are said are not meant to offend, but we do have to be direct about what we believe and what we stand for.
~Spirit Juice Studios
Monday, May 21, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
10,000 Angels To Light My Way Home
I wrote this post a while back and I'd like to share it with you in honor of my sweet mom.
Mom's angel she had displayed in her front yard. Now
it's in my yard.
While watching EWTN one evening...I heard a story about a
woman. Monetarily...she had nothing. She lived in a home with dirt floors but
she was rich in her faith. Upon her death....she was unable to leave money or
assets to her children but she left them the greatest gift of all. Her
faith.
I received a Catholic education and the
Sacraments. Most of my life I've attended mass on a regular basis. I considered myself a practicing Catholic or so I thought. I was going through the motions and pretty much it stopped there.
Since...my mother passed away...I've started a journey. I pray this spiritual journey will last for the rest of my life. This question was asked of me once. If you don't know Jesus...then how can you love him? I'm hopeful and excited that with perseverance through prayer, Sacred Scripture study, learning about the saints, practicing the Sacraments...regularly receiving the Holy Eucharist ...I'll come to better know our Father by strengthening my relationship with him.
Did you know the saints had struggles of their own? That's the wonderful thing about sainthood. God uses their lives as examples for us. Even with their human shortcomings and trials .....they still became saints and we're inspired by them. My Catholic faith challenges us all to become saints.
My mom didn't force her religious beliefs on to anyone but she was there to discuss them if you wanted to. I wish...I was at the same place in my faith journey when she was a live as I am now. What opportunities I missed for some lovely conversation with her. What I could have learned!
I'm blessed to have her bible though. As I read through it ....I can see parts of Scripture that she highlighted and drew stars around. I sometimes feel uncomfortable....that I'm trespassing into what were her inner most personal thoughts, struggles and joys in her journey with Christ but maybe that's His plan. Maybe...with those bookmarked pages and highlighted words of Scripture...she's accompanying me on my journey.
I can choose to believe this or not. I choose to believe. A gift of faith. ~Amy
10,000 angels with lanterns to light my way back home.
Will you be glad if I come back home?
Long time I've been away.
Is it true?
Can I come back today?
~Aaron Thompson
I received a Catholic education and the
Sacraments. Most of my life I've attended mass on a regular basis. I considered myself a practicing Catholic or so I thought. I was going through the motions and pretty much it stopped there.
Since...my mother passed away...I've started a journey. I pray this spiritual journey will last for the rest of my life. This question was asked of me once. If you don't know Jesus...then how can you love him? I'm hopeful and excited that with perseverance through prayer, Sacred Scripture study, learning about the saints, practicing the Sacraments...regularly receiving the Holy Eucharist ...I'll come to better know our Father by strengthening my relationship with him.
Did you know the saints had struggles of their own? That's the wonderful thing about sainthood. God uses their lives as examples for us. Even with their human shortcomings and trials .....they still became saints and we're inspired by them. My Catholic faith challenges us all to become saints.
My mom didn't force her religious beliefs on to anyone but she was there to discuss them if you wanted to. I wish...I was at the same place in my faith journey when she was a live as I am now. What opportunities I missed for some lovely conversation with her. What I could have learned!
I'm blessed to have her bible though. As I read through it ....I can see parts of Scripture that she highlighted and drew stars around. I sometimes feel uncomfortable....that I'm trespassing into what were her inner most personal thoughts, struggles and joys in her journey with Christ but maybe that's His plan. Maybe...with those bookmarked pages and highlighted words of Scripture...she's accompanying me on my journey.
I can choose to believe this or not. I choose to believe. A gift of faith. ~Amy
10,000 angels with lanterns to light my way back home.
Will you be glad if I come back home?
Long time I've been away.
Is it true?
Can I come back today?
~Aaron Thompson
Thursday, May 10, 2012
A Little Catholic Humor
Someone sent me this a few months ago and recently I came across it again. I thought I'd post it for giggles.
Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor. lol
Monday, May 7, 2012
Calling All Saints
Don't be concerned about how many letters you have after your name. Strive for only two letters at the beginning of your name. They are St.
~Mother Angelica
This world is a saint making machine. This is how God designed it. It's the only way to make sense of all the vanity...futility...pain and all of the senseless suffering in this world. It's to forge God's children to become saints. The crisis today in the Church is not politics...economics or national interest. It is the crisis of the lack of saints. If Christ is the sacrament of God and the Church is the sacrament of Christ...the saint is the living sacrament of what the Church is in its true identity. We must become a living sacrament in the world that convinces the world that Jesus Christ is alive within his body.
~Scott Hahn
The word "saint" literally means "holy," and, in the New Testament, "saint" referred to all who believed in Jesus Christ and followed his teachings.
Everyone asks themselves the question: Who am I and why am I here...how do I find myself.
In holiness we find real harmony between our self and God. Holiness...is not some sort of self made perfection...rather...it is the union with the body of Christ. Anyone who gains new life this way finds himself and becomes holy.
~YouCat
The word "saint" literally means "holy," and, in the New Testament, "saint" referred to all who believed in Jesus Christ and followed his teachings.
Everyone asks themselves the question: Who am I and why am I here...how do I find myself.
In holiness we find real harmony between our self and God. Holiness...is not some sort of self made perfection...rather...it is the union with the body of Christ. Anyone who gains new life this way finds himself and becomes holy.
~YouCat
We are all called to be saints!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
It's better to serve than to be served.
When we serve others....God gives us....
JOY
Jesus...serve Jesus first
Others...serve others second
Yourself...serve yourself last
Monday, April 30, 2012
In The Spirit of Blessed John Paul II
This video is in Polish but it speaks universally. I love the image of the Pope on the snowy mountain amidst the beauty surrounding him. He takes off his hat. He looks up to our Creator in awe.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
An Evening At The Cathedral
Yesterday evening at the cathedral...my youngest child made the sacrament of Confirmation.
I'll urge my daughter to set some time aside each day to be still and quiet. Yes...it's especially hard to do when you're a teenager but it's sooooo necessary. I'll tell her that often the Holy Spirit speaks softly within us and with us. We can hear him in the voice of our conscience and in our heart. The more receptive we are to the the Holy Spirit within us...the more he becomes the center of our life. We form a relationship with Christ this way and we can feel his presence. So...just for a few moments be still and relish the quiet. Shhh......
I'll urge my daughter to set some time aside each day to be still and quiet. Yes...it's especially hard to do when you're a teenager but it's sooooo necessary. I'll tell her that often the Holy Spirit speaks softly within us and with us. We can hear him in the voice of our conscience and in our heart. The more receptive we are to the the Holy Spirit within us...the more he becomes the center of our life. We form a relationship with Christ this way and we can feel his presence. So...just for a few moments be still and relish the quiet. Shhh......
Confirmation is the sacrament that completes Baptism....
The people of Ephesus were baptized in Christ, but Paul laid hands on them to seal them with the Holy Spirit.
Acts 19:5-6
This sealing refers to the sacrament of Confirmation.
In the Acts of the Apostles...which were written a few decades after the death of Jesus...Peter traveled about to confirm new Christians by imposing hands on those who previously had been baptized so that their hearts might be filled with the Holy Spirit. The gift of the Holy Spirit is the strength from above in which an individual puts the grace of his Baptism into practice through his life and acts as a "witness" for Christ.
To be confirmed means to make a covenant with God. As an individual professes their belief in God...God in turn says...he believes in them too...and he will give them his Spirit...his very self. He will belong entirely to them. He will never separate himself from them....in this life or in heaven. He will be in their body and their soul...in their words and deeds. Even if they forget him...he will still be there on good days and bad.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Religious Freedom
The perfect movie to see...considering the threat of religious liberty we're facing here in the U.S as we stand up for America's soul.
In the film For Greater Glory, which opens April 20 in Mexico and June 1 in the United States....
actor Andy Garcia plays the lead role of atheistic Gen. Enrique Gorostieta.....who is hired to lead the Cristero Army...so called because they were fighting for Cristo Rey (Christ the King) in its 1926-1929 fight against the Mexican government...which was persecuting Catholics.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Angels
Have you prayed to your guardian angel today?
How then can evil overtake me or any plaque come near? For he orders his angels to protect you wherever you go. They will steady you with their hands to keep you from stumbling against the rocks on trail.
Psalm 91: 10-12
Angel of God...
my guardian dear...
to whom God's love commits me here.
Ever this day be at my side...
to light and guard and rule and guide.
~Amen~
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Alabama Supreme Court takes on Roe v. Wade
I didn't catch this on the news a few months ago. It's very interesting.
Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2012/02/20/alabama-courts-wrongful-death-ruling-used-to-recommend-abandoning-viability/#ixzz1sPSGxmrj
Alabama court's wrongful death ruling used to recommend abandoning Roe 'viability' argument
Published February 20, 2012
FoxNews.com
Life groups are hailing an opinion by an Alabama Supreme Court justice who argued that it's time to abandon the viability standard used in Roe v. Wade because medical breakthroughs -- backed by case law and legislation -- have shown a fetus is only as viable as the technology monitoring it.
The opinion by Judge Thomas Parker was issued Friday in the case of a woman who sued her doctors for wrongful death when her baby died in the womb while only three months in gestation.
The Alabama Supreme Court threw out a DeKalb Circuit Court summary judgment in favor of the defendants that held the wrongful-death action could not be maintained because the unborn child was not viable.
Parker wrote that the Supreme Court "erroneously" concluded in Roe that the unborn have no rights as "persons," but since 1973, mounds of cases have been decided in tort and criminal law in favor of babies with prenatal injuries "regardless whether the injury occurred either before or after the point of viability."
Citing the National Conference of State Legislatures, Parker wrote that 38 states have enacted fetal-homicide statutes, of which 28 protect life from conception, and noted a ruling from last year by his own court that concluded that Alabama's wrongful death law applies to an unborn child at any stage of gestation. He added that at least nine other states permit recovery for the wrongful death of previable unborn children.
"This court recognized the arbitrariness of 'draw(ing) a line that allows recovery on behalf of a fetus injured before viability that dies after achieving viability but that prevents recovery on behalf of a fetus injured that, as a result of those injuries, does not survive to viability,'" Parker wrote.
Extending the argument, Parker, whose opinion was signed by three other judges, wrote that "Roe's statement that unborn children are not 'persons' within the meaning of the Fourteenth Amendment is irrelevant to the question whether unborn children are 'persons' under state law. Because the Fourteenth Amendment 'right' recognized in Roe is not implicated unless state action violates a woman's 'right' to end a pregnancy, the other parts of the superstructure of Roe, including the viability standard, are not controlling outside abortion law."
The court's ruling only affects Alabama law, for now, but pro-life groups said Parker's opinion will be picked up in other courts in other states.
"Roe v. Wade is an island by itself and that island is getting smaller and smaller and that perimeter is eroding," said Matthew Staver, founder and chairman of Liberty Counsel, a nonprofit legal group dedicated to sanctity of life and religious freedom issues.
Staver noted that viability "will vary over time" and medical advances that give the child a chance to live outside the womb constantly change. "What stays constant is that at the moment of conception the child is a human being."
In the case, Amy Hamilton argued that her baby died in utero because of negligent acts by her doctors. She claimed that for six weeks beginning in early January 2005 she sought ultrasounds to monitor her baby after she contracted "fifth disease," an infection caused by human parvovirus. When the technician finally gave her an ultrasound at the end of February, the baby was shown to have problems. He was still born two weeks later.
Hamilton filed suit that the baby's death could have been avoided if she had been monitored as recommended. The lower court gave a summary judgment to the doctors, claiming that the wrongful-death action could only be claimed if the child had been able to survive outside the womb.
But the high court ruled that both legislatively and in the court, nonviable fetuses have been regarded as persons.
The Supreme Court did uphold the lower court's summary judgment for the doctors that Hamilton suffered physical injury as a result of the loss, saying that she had argued that the fetus from its conception was a separate being so she could not have been the one to suffer physical injury as a result of the baby's death.
The case now returns to the lower court to be judged on the merits of wrongful death statutes.
Pro-choice group NARAL did not respond to a request for comment.
The opinion by Judge Thomas Parker was issued Friday in the case of a woman who sued her doctors for wrongful death when her baby died in the womb while only three months in gestation.
The Alabama Supreme Court threw out a DeKalb Circuit Court summary judgment in favor of the defendants that held the wrongful-death action could not be maintained because the unborn child was not viable.
Parker wrote that the Supreme Court "erroneously" concluded in Roe that the unborn have no rights as "persons," but since 1973, mounds of cases have been decided in tort and criminal law in favor of babies with prenatal injuries "regardless whether the injury occurred either before or after the point of viability."
Citing the National Conference of State Legislatures, Parker wrote that 38 states have enacted fetal-homicide statutes, of which 28 protect life from conception, and noted a ruling from last year by his own court that concluded that Alabama's wrongful death law applies to an unborn child at any stage of gestation. He added that at least nine other states permit recovery for the wrongful death of previable unborn children.
"This court recognized the arbitrariness of 'draw(ing) a line that allows recovery on behalf of a fetus injured before viability that dies after achieving viability but that prevents recovery on behalf of a fetus injured that, as a result of those injuries, does not survive to viability,'" Parker wrote.
Extending the argument, Parker, whose opinion was signed by three other judges, wrote that "Roe's statement that unborn children are not 'persons' within the meaning of the Fourteenth Amendment is irrelevant to the question whether unborn children are 'persons' under state law. Because the Fourteenth Amendment 'right' recognized in Roe is not implicated unless state action violates a woman's 'right' to end a pregnancy, the other parts of the superstructure of Roe, including the viability standard, are not controlling outside abortion law."
The court's ruling only affects Alabama law, for now, but pro-life groups said Parker's opinion will be picked up in other courts in other states.
"Roe v. Wade is an island by itself and that island is getting smaller and smaller and that perimeter is eroding," said Matthew Staver, founder and chairman of Liberty Counsel, a nonprofit legal group dedicated to sanctity of life and religious freedom issues.
Staver noted that viability "will vary over time" and medical advances that give the child a chance to live outside the womb constantly change. "What stays constant is that at the moment of conception the child is a human being."
In the case, Amy Hamilton argued that her baby died in utero because of negligent acts by her doctors. She claimed that for six weeks beginning in early January 2005 she sought ultrasounds to monitor her baby after she contracted "fifth disease," an infection caused by human parvovirus. When the technician finally gave her an ultrasound at the end of February, the baby was shown to have problems. He was still born two weeks later.
Hamilton filed suit that the baby's death could have been avoided if she had been monitored as recommended. The lower court gave a summary judgment to the doctors, claiming that the wrongful-death action could only be claimed if the child had been able to survive outside the womb.
But the high court ruled that both legislatively and in the court, nonviable fetuses have been regarded as persons.
The Supreme Court did uphold the lower court's summary judgment for the doctors that Hamilton suffered physical injury as a result of the loss, saying that she had argued that the fetus from its conception was a separate being so she could not have been the one to suffer physical injury as a result of the baby's death.
The case now returns to the lower court to be judged on the merits of wrongful death statutes.
Pro-choice group NARAL did not respond to a request for comment.
Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2012/02/20/alabama-courts-wrongful-death-ruling-used-to-recommend-abandoning-viability/#ixzz1sPSGxmrj
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Undefeated!
Jesus is undefeated!
He is risen.
It's time to celebrate life....
a life that lasts forever!
Everything sad will be made untrue.
and be sure of this....that I am with you always, even to the end of the world.
Matthew 28:20
Wesolego Alleluja!
Friday, April 6, 2012
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